Emma rubbed herself against Kon, enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure and making no further effort to stifle her cries.
Despite the powerful orgasm and its aftershocks, Emma never went limp in satiation.
“The soundproofing. That’s why,” she gasped against him, shuddering with prolonged pleasure.
“Yes.” He arched up against her and groaned. “Also because I believe there should always be a safe room to discuss things that small ears cannot accidentally overhear.”
“You were very sure of yourself.”
“I had hope, Emma. Hope and need that only you can meet.” The way he moved against her so frantically gave credence to his claim.
“Is this part of the courtship?” she asked breathlessly.
He went very still and very serious, his chocolate gaze locking on hers. “Between us how can it not be?”
Emma had no answer as Kon claimed her mouth again. His lips were so very familiar and yet not.
Her body just craved more after such a long drought of this type of pleasure. Emma shifted and Kon seemed to know what she wanted because he slid his fingers out of her to grab his own sex and hold it in position for her.
She slid down, taking his sex into her waiting channel, reveling in every millimeter of stretch to tender tissues. Emma had always loved the feel of Kon inside her and that had not diminished in the years apart.
She rocked her hips until he filled her completely, pressing against her cervix and sending shards of sharp pleasure through her.
Kon’s hand pressed on her backside, encouraging her to move.
Emma was only too happy to oblige, lifting her hips and then lowering them down, pleasuring them both.
Kon broke their kiss, gasping. “Birth control.” His jaw was so taut, he looked in pain. “I need a condom,” he gritted out.
Emma stilled, need and common sense at war in her body.
It could be too late already, they both knew that. She was not on any form of birth control. There had been no call for it since their breakup.
Using every nanometer of her self-control, Emma remained motionless and met Kon’s eyes.
His expression was intense and filled with heated desire. “I want more children with you, solnyshko, but that will be a decision we make together, and not when we need each other so badly we are both shaking with it.”
She nodded, unutterably touched by his care for her. He’d never taken risks with her body. She’d gotten pregnant with Mickey when her birth control failed, not because either of them had dismissed the need for it.
Still so turned on she felt on the verge of a second climax, Emma went to move off Konstantin.
However, he stood up before she could do so, one arm firmly under her bottom and the other wrapped around her back, keeping their bodies connected in the most intimate way.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down, withdrawing from her body only then, and eliciting a whimper of need from her.
“You are so beautiful, Emma.” Kon’s expression was filled with something she could not read, but the admiration was genuine and easy to see. “Krasavitsa.”
She felt a purely feminine smile come over her features. “I’m glad you still find me attractive. Giving birth to Mickey changed my body.”
“You are everything that turns me on,” he said in a guttural tone, all smooth prince charm in abeyance. “All the more so because of those changes that testify to you giving birth to my child.”
Those words fell like sweet water on the parched recesses of her heart. Kon wasn’t, and had never been, looking for plastic perfection.
He wanted a real woman. He wanted her.
“You’re physically it for me too, Kon.” The only man who had ever been worth lowering her defenses for.
The first time had ended in heartache, but this time she wasn’t trusting blindly and he was offering permanence even when she said she didn’t want it.